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When he opened the door, Zhang Xiao suddenly felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.??

"Uh..."

He bent down involuntarily, supported the door, and made a sound of dry retching in his mouth.

"Mr. Zhang, good morning...ah, are you okay?"

A familiar voice came from beside him, but Zhang Xiao was suddenly stunned. He didn't even care about the saliva at the corner of his mouth and hurriedly raised his head.

In front of me was a woman wearing professional attire and capable makeup. She was wearing her head and eyes. She walked over with concern and held Zhang Xiao with obvious concern on her face.

“andy(Andy)?”

"Huh?" Yang Di responded and helped Zhang Xiao sit on the sand where the guests were waiting.

Zhang Xiao came to his senses at this time, wiped the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look around.

This is an office, to be precise, a small office outside a large office. You can tell at a glance that it is a small office arranged for assistants and secret techniques, as an office and reception function.

Zhang Xiao is not unfamiliar with this place, and is even very familiar with it, because on weekdays, he enters and leaves here at least four times a day. He is also very familiar with the owner of this place - the woman in front of him; her name is Yang Di, and she is his secretary.

Zhang Xiao's disgusting feeling has improved a lot, but he feels that his mind is still not very clear. All kinds of strange, terrifying but extremely real memories keep flashing, making him start sweating unconsciously.

Subconsciously, Zhang Xiaoshun loosened his tie, just like he did when he got off work every day.

But his movements became slower and slower, until he finally stopped. He couldn't help but lower his head, looking at the deformed tie he pulled himself, and also saw the face he had printed on the coffee table in front of him.

The refreshing and capable shorts were raised, and a pair of gold wire glasses were mounted on the bridge of his nose, which made his angular face a little more bookish. The suit was straight and the white shirt was also very clean. The tie was tilted to the side, making him look a little embarrassed.

But Zhang Xiao felt that he was so good that he could not be better. Compared to the increasingly clear and unbearable memory, he is so wonderful now!

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang! What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yang Di's anxious voice made Zhang Xiao come back to his senses, shook his head, and calmed down his excitement.

"Any, I'm fine. Maybe I caught a cold last night and I'm a little dizzy now." Zhang Xiao rubbed his forehead and looked a little painful.

"President Zhang, please sit for a while, and I'll pour you some water."

After Yang Di finished speaking, he walked out of the office and went to the tea room to pour water for Zhang Xiao.

When Zhang Xiao saw the door closed, he immediately stood up.

He first checked his condition, clothes, pants, shirt, tie, eyes. As expected, everything was as normal as he looked, just like when he went out in the morning, and different from what he had experienced in his memory.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the time, which was consistent with the time he remembered that he had "left" without any delay.

"Is it a dream?" Zhang Xiao touched his abdomen through his clothes. Although he could not see anything, he felt that there was no injury there, and there was no bone piercing the abdomen. Similarly, there was no pain on his back, "Ha... that was such a bad dream."

Tak, Tak, Tak

Zhang Xiao quickly let go of his doubts, and at this time, the rhythmic knocking of high heels came from outside the door.

When Zhang Xiao heard this, he knew that his secretary Yang Di had returned. He sat back to his original place, but no longer looked uncomfortable on his face.

Since he had all had bad dreams before, he had to return to reality as soon as possible. Although he seemed weak, as the president of a multinational company, he is known for his ability and toughness.

"Mr. Zhang, I've mixed some cold water, it's not hot, you can drink it directly."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yang Di carefully holding a plate in his hand, with a glass of warm water on it, and said to Zhang Xiao with great concern.

"Okay." After taking the water, Zhang Xiao took a sip and put it on the coffee table.

Yang Di naturally bent down and picked up the water cup and placed it on the serving plate, preparing to clean it up. At the same time, he placed the wet tissues and facial paper that had been prepared early in front of Zhang Xiao, and asked him to organize his instruments, showing a capable assistant's ability to handle trivial matters in order.

"Mr. Zhang, you look much better now."

"Thank you." Zhang Xiao sorted out and stood up, walking towards his office.

When he arrived in front of the door, Zhang Xiao suddenly felt a little palpitations when he looked at the closed door. He stretched out his hand and stopped involuntarily.

His unusual actions naturally attracted the attention of another person in the room. Yang Di looked at Zhang Xiao’s strange behavior and asked in confusion, "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Oh, there's something else." Zhang Xiao turned around naturally, tapped Yang Di's desk with his fingers, which had a thin cardboard box with exquisite workmanship on it. "Any, I've been giving you a birthday gift for three days, and I won't see you wearing it. I'm very sad."

"Ah." A small exclaimed, and the capable female secretary immediately blushed, looked back at the box in a hurry, and immediately turned back and bowed slightly to Zhang Xiao to apologize, "Yes... sorry, Mr. Zhang, I, I didn't expect that it was given to you."

As a beauty, she does not lack suitors. She just a woman who is dedicated to her career has refused to say anything before, and she never accepts gifts, let alone wear them. The reason why she did not throw away the gift this time was because she really liked it and thought that she would buy it herself in the past few days before leaving it for reference.

Her face turned even more red when she thought that she almost threw away her boss’s birthday gift.

"It's okay." Zhang Xiao waved his hand, walked back to Yang Di's table, opened the box, took out a beautiful silk scarf with a light yellow, light white, and light blue color. He naturally walked around Yang Di's snow-white neck, fiddled with it slightly, and tied a flower bud.

"Look, it looks pretty good, right?" Zhang Xiao stepped back and nodded as he looked at it. "The room here is a bit cold. Your neck is so slender and beautiful, so you need to protect it."

"Yes, yes." Yang Di didn't look capable now. Her already beautiful face was full of the appearance of a little daughter. She looked so cute.

"Okay, go to work quickly. Remember to give me the summary of last month later." Zhang Xiao patted Yang Di's arm, turned around and walked towards his office door again.

This time, he naturally held the handrail, opened the door, walked in, nothing was born, everything was normal, and Yang Di's voice came from behind, with a delicate voice, "Okay, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Xiao waved his finger to show that he heard it, closed the door with his back hand to isolate the inside and outside.

Yang Di looked at the closed door and touched the scarf in the shape of a bud between his neck, with a look of pity on his face.

"Mr. Zhang is so gentle...Miss Ji is so happy."

Shaking her head, Yang Di still focused on her work. As Zhang Xiao's personal secretary, she not only does some job of serving tea and water, but also her in charge of the administration. Zhang Xiao had previously revealed that she would give her a speech, and then she might take her down to the department as the top leader. This is her confidence in rejecting those rich second generations.

Zhang Xiao, who closed the door, breathed a lot of relief at this time. He lowered the expression on his face, shook his head, walked to his boss's chair and sat down. He tried a little hard, and the boss's chair turned around and faced the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

From the location of more than 30 floors in the city center, I feel that I can see the city in my eyes. A sense of conquest that is small in the mountains comes naturally. This is everything he has achieved through hard work and everything he deserves to enjoy.

When the lights are bright at night, the scenery here is better, with traffic underneath, red and green lights, and he, like the king above him, has a unique taste that makes people intoxicated.

He stretched out his hand and saw from his fingers that everything seemed small and in his palm. Everyone longed for such a scenery, and he had been enjoying it for many years.

The sun appeared behind the clouds, and Zhang Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly and avoided the sunshine. "These are reality, my reality, and everything is just a dream, a terrible nightmare."

After the initial excitement, he was now calm. His voice was not excited or excited. Some were just dull statements of facts, and some were just taken for granted.

But he was too happy.

Soon, a cloud floated over to cover the sun. Unable to feel the warmth and glare of the sun, Zhang Xiao opened his eyes and prepared to start the day's work.

The scenery outside the window in front of him also became a little dark because of the sunlight, as if it was about to rain. Zhang Xiao frowned and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, which reminded him of the "heavy rain in his dream", which made him unhappy.

But soon his eyes were attracted to attention, and it became dark outside, which naturally made the bright spot on the window glass more conspicuous. Without the lights in his room, the only light source became obvious.

It was his computer. The display screen lit up at some point, but Zhang Xiao clearly remembered that he turned off the computer yesterday and did not start the computer today.

He immediately turned the chair and looked at the display. It was indeed not his illusion that the computer had been turned on at some point.

No, it should be said that the display screen was turned on by itself, and the host next to it was still turned off. Zhang Xiao looked at the indicator light of the host in confusion, turned his head to look at the display screen. This time he saw the content on the display screen clearly and could no longer take his eyes off.

"This is……"

Sweat began to emerge again, Zhang Xiao widened his eyes and looked at his display screen with disbelief astonishment.

[System prompt: The system connection is in...the connection is completed.]

[System prompt: The system is online.]

[System: Hello, trainee trialist, congratulations on completing the first script.]

[System: The script has been completed... settlement is under settlement... settlement is completed.]

[Script Name: Survival on Rain]

[Script Mode: Single-player Survival]

【Experience Rating: Excellent】

[Script Completion: 175%]

[Basic reward: Trialer brand*1 (to be activated), lossless return*1 (used).]

【Rating Reward: Bring out props*1.】

[Completion Reward: Completion Overflow... Open hidden script settlement... Settlement in progress... Settlement completed.]

[Script Name: Bloody Feast (Hide)]

[Script Mode: Single-player Trial]

【Trial Target: 2/2】

【Trial Rating: Normal】

[Trial Reward: Activate the Trialer's Imprint.]

[Rating Reward: Ghoul Bloodline (sealed)]

[System: Please confirm the trialist brand within thirty minutes and choose whether to accept the trialist title. Those who refuse the title will erase their memories and will always be mortals. Those who fail to choose over time will be considered passively accepted. New scripts will be opened immediately, and the script difficulty will be increased. Those who do not confirm the brand will be erased!]

【System prompt: System standby…】

The moment Zhang Xiao finished watching, the display screen turned off automatically as if he had monitored his consciousness in real time. And when he looked at the power switch, it turned off, as if it had never been turned on.

But he no longer cared about this. Almost instinctively, he looked at his hands - he was looking for a brand.

But his hands were not abnormal, his palms were wide, his knuckles were slender, and they were clean, without even a wound, and there was no sign or anything like that.
To be continued...